As I was sitting and reading books to the kids tonight, I smelled a funny odor. I couldn’t quite place my finger on it, but it wasn’t a delightful smell.
I finally stopped mid-sentence in the middle of the book and asked, “Did someone puke?”
The kids all shook their heads no and wanted to know why I would ask such a preposterous question. I told them about the not so great odor I kept getting whiffs of.
Bency, my 5 year old, then piped up, “Oh, maybe it’s my library book. Sometimes I check out books that smell like puke.”
I brought the book to my nose and sure enough…it smelled like puke.
Then both kids asked to get a whiff as well.
Both kids agreed that the smell was coming from the book.
If this wasn’t enough to cause me a tremendous amount of bewilderment, my 7 year old daughter, Iris chimed in with, “I am really used to that smell. I read a lot and most of my books smell like this.”
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